Doctor Who (1963) s22e13 Episode Script

I never thought precognisance of my death would be so disturbing.
Doctor, the statue! Doctor! Doctor! Doctor! Doctor! Doctor! - Help! Please help me! - Be calm, be calm.
Someone as pretty as you shouldn't be all of a fluster.
- Help me! My friend's had a terrible accident! - That's obvious.
- Can't you help me get him out? - I'd destroy my back lifting that.
You wouldn't want to see the mess under there.
- He might still be alive.
- No, no, no, he's had it.
Whereas you, my pretty, are very much with us.
II like pretty things.
- You are very pretty, aren't you? - Get your hands off me, you creep! Oh, it's plain to see you're upset.
Was he a close friend? Yes.
Life's strange, isn't it? You lose one friend only to find another.
- Are you some kind of weirdo? - Weirdo? I am Jobel.
I'm very important here.
I'm the Chief Embalmer.
Chief Embalmer? - I'm not dead yet.
- You're all right! - Doctor - Is he touting for business? Me tout for business? People come from all over the galaxy for my services.
Mind you, you're the first live client I wouldn't mind tackling.
- He does go on, doesn't he? - You're covered in blood.
It's not mine.
Like the statue and this grotesque, it's all part of an elaborate theatrical effect.
- Come on, we've got work to do.
- Where are we going? To find out who had that statue erected.
It hasn't been a pleasure meeting you.
If the statue had been made of stone, I doubt if it would've killed YOU.
- Really? - It'd take a mountain to crush an ego like yours.
Goodbye, my pretty.
It is all as planned.
I think you should attend to the Doctor.
Get him to talk! I didn't make him drunk! Talk! - It's creepy.
- Mm.
And it'll get a good deal creepier when I find out who erected that statue.
- They may not tell you.
- Oh, I shall be subtle.
Play iter''very loose'', to use your parlance.
May I help you? Erwell Hi.
- I don't think so.
We'rejust looking.
- Actually we've come about a funeral.
- I beg your pardon? - Burial, interment, inhumation, sepulture.
Obsequy? What you mean is perpetual instatement.
- And for whom do you wish this service? - Me.
How do you do, Mr Takis? And what is your pleasure? I want to know the ETA of President Vargos's ship.
Estimated time of arrival is approximately 57 minutes.
There are two transponder codes.
The second is for an unscheduled freighter.
- Direction? - The planet Necros.
- Thank you.
- You're welcome.
Now, if you should decide to accept our unique service, your body would be cryogenically stabilised until that time came.
Needless to say, your resting consciousness will be constantly updated concerning social, cultural and technological developments of your choice.
We wouldn't want you to wake up feeling the universe had left you behind.
- It sounds so sterile.
- That too has been considered.
For a small extra cost, you may purchase our personalised communication service.
Hi, this is the DJ.
If you're missing your resting one and want to tell them just how much, call on meI I am the messenger who connects your heart with theirs.
I'll being hearing from ya, all right? That's great! It's a little like the DJs on Earth.
Precisely.
It's still a long way.
They could have brought us closer than this.
The air will clear our minds.
- Ever heard of a sword, Bostock? - No, Master.
A weapon, not unlike a large knife, used on many planets for thousands of years.
Even when it was superseded, it was carried ceremonially.
Symbol of honour, something almost spiritual.
This is my sword, Bostock.
You're not using that.
It jammed last time.
The thing's obsolete.
You forget that I am a Knight of the Grand Order of Oberon and you are my squire.
I may have been temporarily excommunicated, but I still try to live by the Order's rules.
I know, Master, but that thing's useless.
You must understand that this mission must be honourable.
Nothing must taint or spoil it.
- I do understand, Master.
- Only fools would take the risks I do.
The president's ship, madam.
- A delicious sight.
- It would be safer if we shot it down.
That would be like an advertisement.
No, Orcini will do his work.
We shall remain anonymous.
This will be my last mission.
I understand, Master.
My judgement isn't clouded by thoughts of honour.
My experience as a soldier has not deserted me.
Take this pistol.
Just in case.
- Master! - What is it? I sense something hostile.
Behind us! The bullets are fitted with plastic heads.
Yes, Master.
Alert, alert.
A patrol Dalek has been destroyed.
It seems my agents were correct.
Kara has employed assassins! What you're saying is fascinating, but when I said I was interested in my burial - Perpetual instatement.
- Thank you.
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I was referring to something a little more specific.
- What was that? - My statue is in the Garden of Fond Memories.
- I want to know who did it.
- That is not possible.
Not without the express permission of the Great Healer.
Great Healer.
- It's always a pleasure to speak to you.
- Indeed.
A Dalek patrol has recently been attacked.
- Outrageous.
- I believe assassins are attempting to infiltrate my base.
It concerns me that those who are attempting to kill me might also try the same with you.
Oh, I have every faith in my guards.
A fine body of men.
I selected each and every one of them.
Experience has shown me that humanoid life forms are susceptible to bribery.
I would therefore feel happier if you were protected by those incapable of corruption.
- You can only mean Daleks, Great Healer.
- Correct.
I have already dispatched a squad for your protection.
Thank you, Great Healer.
- I think he guesses, madam.
- He won't live to learn whether he was right.
- I fear you are placing too much trust in Orcini.
- Orcini will succeed.
When he does, not only will I be rid of that troublesome Davros, but I will control the food supply for the whole galaxy! We are preparing for a lying-in-state.
President Vargos has given us permission to tend to the mortal remains of his wife.
Understood.
I wouldn't mind meeting the DJ.
I'm curious to know where he picked up his patter.
Ah, there you are.
Hello, pretty one.
I am taking this gentleman to see the Great Healer.
Should be a contest worth missing.
What are you planning to do? Well, I'd quite like to meet the DJ.
- Why not? This way.
Jobel will look after you.
- No, it's all right, I'm OK.
Excuse us one moment.
Go with him.
You'll be a good deal safer with Mr Jobel than you will with the Great Healer.
- Couldn't we just go back to the Tardis? - No.
I want to find out more about this Great Healer.
Remember the mutant? - Have a nice day.
- With me as her escort, she certainly shall.
What a nice man.
Friend of yours? - What's it got to do with you? - Nothing at all.
I was only showing an interest.
- You are our prisoner.
- You will not resist.
Bring him.
Secure him.
Wellthanks for showing me the way.
- Those rose-red lips were made for kissing.
- But not by you.
- I love a woman who plays hard to get.
- Then you'll love me! Can't wait! I WellumI hope the lying-in-state goes well.
- Anderthanks for showing me the way.
- My pleasure, pretty one.
''IN THE MOOD'' BY THE TED HEATH ORCHESTRA) Hi.
Hope you don't mind me dropping in.
No, it's nice to have visitors.
- Well, I'm Peri.
- Is that your real accent? Well, I hope so.
It's amazing! Talking of voices, yours seems to have changed.
Oh, yeah, well, that's just my other voice.
I use that just for kind of professional duties.
I knew it was too good to be true.
I somehow stupidly thought you'd come from the States.
What, the United States? Of America? On Earth? - That's right.
- That's amazing.
That's just amazing.
- Have you been there? - No.
I've heard recordings.
My great-grandad brought them back from one of his visits.
I really love the sound of those old American DJs, so I kinda decided to kinda base my style of presentation on 'em, you know? - Well, it's very good.
- Thank you.
- Kinda almost makes me feel homesick.
- Thank you.
I'm glad somebody likes it.
Doesn't half aggravate the Great Healer.
- You have pleased me.
- Thank you, Great Healer.
Show me Jobel.
I am told that you have affection for this man.
Oh, I did once.
He is a difficult man.
- Arrogant, wouldn't you agree? - Yes.
I once offered him immortality.
- He turned it down.
- He's a fool, then, as well as being arrogant! I agree, but I sense that you still have affection for him.
No! Yesthough I don't know why.
He's always humiliating me.
So I have observed.
If someone had treated me the way he has treated you .
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I think I would have killed them.
- Killed him? Oh, no, I couldn't do that.
- No? Watch him.
Use the security cameras to observe his activities.
Then tell me if your hate doesn't grow.
- Not doing very well, are you? - Quiet.
What are the Daleks up to? - Bodysnatching.
- What? They stole my father's body and were turning him into a Dalek.
It was horrible.
It was growing just like an embryo.
Growing? So Davros has finally done it.
Daleks that can reproduce anywhere.
It's a tremendous feat of genetic engineering.
Pity he didn't put it to a better use.
Madam.
Orcini has entered the catacombs.
Wonderful.
It's only a matter of time before he finds Davros's laboratory, taps out his digital code and blows himself, Davros, and that disgusting little squire into a thousand tiny pieces.
- How dare you enter unannounced! - You will come with us.
You will be taken to Davros to answer for your crime.
No! Ahhhhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhhhh! You will obey.
How inconvenient.
Do you know how difficult it is to find good secretaries? You will come with us.
Don't you find a lot of very strange things are happening? - Not more bad news? - I was talking generally.
Things haven't been the same since the Great Healer took over.
Guard your tongue.
He has eyes and ears everywhere.
I think it's timewe did something about it.
You do? Could you? With a little help.
You're a very naughty man, Takis.
- Are you interested, Mr Jobel? - Never was very keen on this Dalek thing.
- Then I think we should have a little chat.
- Absolutely.
Butcan we get the perpetual arrangement sorted out first? I should think so.
''Ohh, I love you!'' This man you respect now conspires against me! His infidelity is bad enough, but his treason is unforgivable! - Let me speak to him.
- It is too late for words! He should be exterminated.
- No! - It is time for you to decide, Tasambeker, to whom precisely your loyalties belong.
- To you, of course.
- It is easy to say.
But I require a positive commitment as proof.
What do you want me to do? As I saidI once offered Jobel immortality.
He refused.
I now make the same offer to you.
Serve me with your total being and I shall allow you to become a Dalek.
That is an offer .
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I cannot refuse.
It is an offer that must be fulfilled through blood.
Show me your total obedience and kill Jobel! - Let me kill him, Master.
- I appreciate your dedication.
He's unimportant.
- But - No.
I'd have preferred him conscious.
Questions are accumulating I would like the answer to.
- What's wrong? - A feeling we haven't been told the whole truth.
- You meanwe've been set up? - You have the infallible instincts.
You tell me.
We need a scapegoat, some diversion.
- Prisoners.
Let's release them.
Scapegoats.
- Master Visitors! Release them.
- Who are you? - A Knight of the Grand Order of Oberon.
Only I would be stupid enough to attack such a person.
Be grateful you're still alive.
I amI am.
Bostock.
You are now free, but you will count very slowly to 20 once we have gone.
If you attempt to follow us, I will kill you.
- Understand? - Oh, yes.
Sorry.
You may need this.
- May I ask what you're doing here? - You may.
Only a fool would expect an answer.
- I think we need some more of these.
- I'm told she liked the fragrance of nature.
- Mr Jobel - Not now, Tasambeker.
Can't you see I'm busy? It's important.
I have a message from the Great Healer.
- Why didn't you say? - You must leave with me.
- That's the bluntest invitation I've had all week.
- If not, you'll die.
The Great Healer hates you.
- Impossible.
I'm his most loyal servant.
- Not when you conspire with Takis.
That was a joke, a bit of fun.
He wants you dead.
Dead? I'm Jobel.
The place wouldn't function without me.
He doesn't care about Tranquil Repose.
He's turning it into a breeding ground for Daleks.
Now I know you're lying.
I spoke to him.
He has tremendous plans for this place.
- There was no talk of making it a Dalek farm.
- He lies as freely as you pick up women.
Ohso that's what this is all about.
Mr Jobel, I love you.
I'm risking my own life talking to you like this.
You have spent too many hours alone in this preparation room.
Someone as impressionable as you should lavish more time on the living instead of fantasising with the dead.
Look, you've got to get away.
I could help you.
To do what? Do you honestly think I could be interested in you? I have the pick of the women.
I would rather run away with my mother than own a fawning little creep like you.
I knew you could be cruel, but even you have excelled yourself.
To think I almost threw up everything for a fat, bald egotist like you! Fat? Me fat? My figure is the height of fashion! The Great Healer has ordered you dead! We'll see about that.
I shall speak to him myself.
As always, you just don't understand.
To earn his favour, I am to kill you! Get on with your work.
- Now, enough of this.
- I hate you! What have you done? She's killedkilled me.
Killed me.
Oh, why did I do it? - You will be exterminated.
- Exterminate, exterminateI - There's the Doctor! - Huh? That's not very good news.
Those people he's with are the bodysnatchers.
- Well, can I speak to him? - Er, yeah, sure.
Oh, Doctor, this is the DJ with a very special message for youI - Can you hear me? - I can indeed.
- I've been worried about you.
- I'm perfectly safe.
Listen, Peri, I want you to go back to the Tardis at once.
- But - No questions.
You're in great danger.
- There'll be others monitoring this.
- On my way.
When you get to the Tardis, radio the president's ship.
- Say there are Daleks here and he's not to land.
- What about you? I shall join you later.
Now, go! Bring that woman to me.
At once.
And while you're there, destroy that prattling DJ! - Get out of my way.
- You're not thinking.
- Out of my way! - How far do you think you'll get? Others'll have intercepted his message.
They'll be waiting for you.
- No, I must go.
- Look, I've got a radio transmitter here.
- You can use that.
- And risk your life as well? They know you've spoken to me.
They won't let that go unchecked.
They're coming! That should be simple enough.
I'll leave you to destroy the incubation room.
- Right.
Where shall we meet you? - Reception area.
Good luck.
But Are you out of your mind? I'm not going back in there.
In a minute, this place will be crawling with Daleks.
A flimsy but nevertheless convincing argument.
- Activate a specimen.
- I obey.
Then leave me alone.
The power pack's exhausted.
How do we kill them? This controls the incubators.
There's another Dalek! Davros.
What's that? Ah.
Remove that object.
Thank you.
Ahhhhhhhh! You are fools! You cannot kill me! I am Davros! No-o-o-o-o-o! Ahhhhhhhhhhhh! You've done it, Master.
You've killed him.
Has your instinct deserted you? The kill was too easy.
That, you have realised too late, Grand Master Orcini.
Place your guns on the floor.
Of course.
Guards! - Bostock! - My vision is impaired.
I cannot seeI Exterminate, exterminateI ExterminateI You are old, Orcini.
Your reflexes have gone.
Do you think you're the first to try and kill me? That tank was but a simple lure, a focal point for the assassin's bullet.
- Let's get out of here.
- If we had a grenade, we could It's gone.
We would have heard it leave, wouldn't we? Let's get out of here.
Come in.
Over.
- The president's ship doesn't answer.
- Wait a mo.
They heard.
And just in time.
Maybe it's a dumb question, but what does that do? This is a highly directional ultrasonic beam of rock 'n' roll.
It kills.
Intriguing.
A box of delightor a box of hate.
My dear Davros.
- Yours, I believe.
- Ohwhat a pretty little box.
What does it do? You should know.
It is a transmitter.
- Brought by your assassin.
- How can you say such a thing, Great Healer? I have never trusted you, Kara.
I am pained by such a remark.
- I have served you well.
- Tell him.
I am an innocent party.
I refuse to be drawn into your conspiracy.
Give the box to Orcini.
Is that wise? By your own statement, he is a murderer, a common assassin.
He is a Knight of the Grand Order of Oberon.
There is little that is common about Orcini.
Now, show me what you had to do with the box.
- No.
- Proceed.
No! All right, it's a bomb, it's a bomb.
A great big bomb! Thank you, Kara.
You fool, you imbecile! I thought you were a man of honour! Now we both die! Satisfied? You before me.
- Keep your head down.
- You must surrender.
The Earth woman must come with us.
It is futile to resist.
- Yee-ha! - You did it! That's right.
Hey, you guys, this is the broadcast to end all broadcastsI Yee-haI Look outI More DaleksI Yee-ha! Whoo! Look out! Ahhhhhhhhhhhh! You murdered himI Why did you? Ah, there you are.
They went that way.
You will come with us.
They're here.
Perfect timing.
- I see you've been busy.
- Whereas you have been stupid, Doctor.
Prerogative of a Time Lord.
Where's Peri? Safe for the time being.
I'm surprised to see you.
The last time we met, your ship blew up.
I thought with you on board.
Not when there is an escape pod to be had.
Or a lift by a transporter to this place.
Ah, there I was fortunate.
I liked the statue, by the way.
Very good likeness.
Though, really, you shouldn't have bothered.
As for the news of Stengos's death, it was all part of my scheme to lure you here.
All very clever.
Apart from a little grave-robbing, what else have you been up to? You cannot steal what has already been abandoned.
- No one is interested in the people here.
- That's not what I've heard.
As your grave-robbing friends have now been exterminated, you will not hear the complaint again! Do you never do anything but kill? There you are mistaken, Doctor.
I am known as the Great Healer.
A somewhat flippant title perhaps but not without foundation.
I have conquered the diseases that brought their victims here.
In every way, I have complied with the wishes of those who came in anticipation of one day being returned to life.
But never, in their worst nightmares, did any of them expect to come back .
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as Daleks.
All the resting ones I have used were people of status, ambition.
They would understand, especially as I have given them the opportunity to become masters of the universe! With you as their emperor.
But what of the lesser intellects or will they be left to rot? You should know me better than that, Doctor.
I never waste a valuable commodity.
The humanoid form makes an excellent concentrated protein.
This part of the galaxy is developing quickly.
Famine WAS one of its major problems.
- You've turned them into food? - A scheme that has earned me great acclaim.
Did you tell anyone they might be eating their own relatives? Certainly not.
That would have created what I believe is termed ''consumer resistance''.
They were grateful for the food.
It allowed them to go on living.
Until you take over their planets.
Precisely.
Welcome.
I am Takis.
- You sent for us? - That's right.
- Where is Davros? - I'll take you to him.
Can we discuss our deal? You will obey my will.
You will take me to DavrosI - NowI - Of course.
At once.
Doctor! Are you all right? I'm sorry about the DJ.
Now, Doctor, prepare to witness the greatest rebirth ever.
You may be disappointed at the response.
Even if your friends had succeeded, they would have done very little damage.
The room they attempted to destroy was one used for experimentation only.
My main force of Daleks is well hidden.
Ahhhhhhhhhhh! Bostock! Bostock! - Look out! - HaltI Stay where you areI Do not move.
Prepare the surgical unit.
Such a foolish waste of energy.
- No 'arm in trying.
- When you have become a Dalek, you will suffer for every indignity you have ever caused me! Exterminate, exterminateI Malfunction, malfunctionI - MalfunctionI MalfunctionI - Obey our will.
What is happening? Activate my Daleks! - How did you find me? - I sent for them.
You are to be taken back to Skaro to stand trial for crimes against the Daleks.
This used to be a good place before you came.
I enjoyed working here.
- Once you've gone, it'll be a good place again.
- Don't be too certain of that.
- You'll be lucky to be alive.
- They're going to destroy Davros's Daleks.
They will not be destroyed.
They will be reconditioned to obey the will of the Supreme Dalek.
You will come with us.
No! Take him! He is the sworn enemy of the Daleks.
He is the Doctor.
Doctor? No.
His image does not compute with the known appearance of the Doctor.
He's regenerated, fool.
He will be held prisoner until we can verify if you are correct.
You will come with us or be exterminated here.
You have not heard the last of me.
I shall return.
And I shall be waiting for you.
- You trusted them? - I thought it'd do some good.
It might yet.
We must act fast before Davros's Daleks can be activated.
First we've got to get rid of that.
- Will that work? - Take out the eye.
- What we need is a grenade.
- I'll look in Bostock's pocket.
Now, listen to me I created you! I am your master! We serve only the Supreme Dalek.
That upstart! I could make you all Supreme Daleks.
I have the power.
You must obey ME! - Hey, you out there.
- You will remain in the laboratory.
We have a message for your master.
My vision is impaired.
I cannot see.
My vision is impaired.
EmergencyI We need a bomb to destroy those in hibernation.
- You can't destroy this place.
- He's right.
Tranquil Repose has no practical function.
Its cryogenic chambers are empty.
- Davros used the contents for synthetic protein.
- He's telling the truth.
- You'll never restore your reputation.
- Don't trust them.
- You must.
I can show you a new life.
- How? Davros has created a demand for protein.
If you cease to fulfil that demand, those planets will die.
- Now - The weed plant? Grows almost anywhere.
When refined, that produces protein.
- Great idea! - You must leave here.
- What? - I have a bomb and I would like to explode it.
Not only will it destroy Davros's Daleks, it might just catch him as well.
- Splendid.
- Just one thing.
There's no timing device.
- Once I press this button, pow! - I could - No time.
I want Davros dead.
- Let me see I wouldn't hesitate to use this now.
Go, Doctor.
Go.
- Why are you throwing away your life? - I've always wanted an honourable kill.
Davros is to be it.
Go now.
The catacombs are deep.
You might find a safe place.
Go.
Go! Now! - Come on.
- I'll join you later.
Is there anything I can do? Return this to my Order.
Tell them how we died.
Of course.
No more words.
Doctor! Doctor! - Doctor! - Come on, come on! - Everyone clear this room immediately! - Do you think we've gone far enough? - Too late! They've got away! - Let's get out of here.
- No, we must wait for the Doctor.
- Move! - Doctor! - He's had it.
This roof won't last much longer.
We've got to get out! No, wait! - Doctor! Are you all right? - Did Davros get away? Yes.
Do you think they'll execute him? I'd hate to think that Orcini died for nothing.
He achieved a greater kill than he thought possible.
- He destroyed Davros's new Daleks.
- This is no time to chat! Let's get out of here! - Where? - That way! - What are we gonna do? - Find the Tardis, then make sure those two get this place sorted out.
Here, what's all this about us becoming farmers? - Oh, don't you start.
- It's true, though.
All you know about is flowers.
Mind you, that plot for perpetual instatement would make good growing land.
This place is called Tranquil Repose.
I think we should leave the dead in peace, don't you? When we've finished here, can we take a real holiday? I know somewhere that is truly tranquilpeaceful, restful.
A panacea for the cares of mind.
- Can't we go somewhere fun? - Fun? Oh, I suppose anywhere will be peaceful after Necros.
All rightI'll take you to